Upon the beach where children play,
An orchestra of waves in sync,
Soft golden grains do not delay,
Each castle forms a missing link.
The sun above in azure skate,
Crafting glass from simple quartz,
Each moment like a pristine slate,
Where sunbathers find their forts.
Whispers held within the shells,
A sea's caress, a hidden well,
Each banded twist, a story tells,
In every curve, the ocean's swell.
The moon's caress upon the tide,
Draws the waves to come and hide,
In rhythmic dance, they coincide,
A lullaby where dreams preside.
Horizon paints with patient hand,
A blend of blues where sky meets land,
A canvas vast, a seascape grand,
An artisan's pure vision planned.
A salty spray, a sailor's gaze,
Adrift upon the ocean haze,
The compass spins through fickle phase,
While north star beams through evening's glaze.
Dreamt of oceans, aquamarine,
In those depths, such sights unseen,
Where silent whispers convene,
And waking life feels so serene.
Treasure lined in sandy seams,
Awash in morning's early beams,
Driftwood tales and seagull screams,
Completing beachcomber's dreams.
The salty air, we breathe, we wade,
In surf's embrace, day's heat to fade,
A serenade by nature made,
As stars above in night's parade.
Waves kiss shores with soft caress,
As footprints mark brief egress,
Cerulean depths do progress,
In gentle, tranquil loveliness.
New day ascends the ocean's yawn,
Sky's hues bleed over, dark withdrawn,
Upon the crest of dawn, we're drawn,
To greet the seaside's sunlit fawn.